Why Hunt

DrMike

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Nov 8, 2006
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I found this in my morning read. It is very close to a complete rationale for why we hunt.

This is Hunting.
It will break your heart and you will go days without getting so much as a shot at an animal.
You will miss your shot.
You will see garbage in the bush, and have to pick it up.
You will wound something one day, and it will make you cry.
It will teach you life lessons.
You will learn that one more minute can make all the difference.
You will learn that life doesn't care...the weather warms up anyways, the wind changes direction, and all you can do is work with it.
You will learn patience and determination.
It will inspire you.
You will see a mother and her baby, and your heart will swell.
You will be humbled by that doe blowing at you, less than 10 yards away.
You will see the beauty of dawn.
You will learn the feeling of being prey.
You will see things so beautiful, others seem dull in comparison.
You will speak to another species.
This is hunting.
It will make you vulnerable.
You might cry over the animals you shoot.
You might make mistakes and fret over the what ifs.
You will face your own worst enemy in the bush: yourself.
You will have to walk through the dark, basically blind deaf and dumb.
You will learn the bittersweet feeling of letting an animal live, or choosing to kill one.
You will learn the important balance of life and death.
You will become ..... you.
You will learn passion, grit, strength, emotion, Independence, determination, empathy, silence and peace.
It is where you will learn your most valuable lessons.
It is where you will make your best memories.
It is where you will cry, laugh, and love.
It is where you learn to be still and be quiet.
It is what you will devote your life to, and never regret it.
This is what we call Hunting.
~ Cody Bret
 
I am in the process of joining our states Hunter Safety cadre. Going thru back ground testing etc. While they have a well developed lesson plan, this is worth adding. As noted by others, a lifetime of memories come flooding back.
 
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